I find it funny that
humans only get down on their knees
for one of two reasons
And this poem is not about God.
I plant kisses across your chest
(my lips can feel your heart beat)
and hear your breath catch
the Father, Son and Holy Ghost made me
and watching you squirm
is worth any hell i’ll be sent to
I take you in like communion
and believe me when I say I think I saw The Lord himself
beckoning me to go deeper
Your pale skin is irresistible
is wanting you in my mouth a sin?
forgive me, Father
this is not a temptation I can resist.